Quick Transmigration: Let Me Tell You, I'm a Social Anxiety Person

Wen Ying put down the book, took out her earphones from her bag, and reached out to touch Shen Zhu's shoulder.

Shen Zhu turned around, his skin, redder from the excessive pressure, hesitated for a moment, and then picked out only the left earphone from the case.

"Aren't you feeling unwell?" Wen Ying gestured for him to put on the other one as well. "Listening to music might help."

Shen Zhu shook his head, then touched his ear with the back of his hand, glanced at the camera set up beside him, and finally said to Wen Ying in a moderate voice, "Why don't we listen together?"

Wen Ying looked into his eyes and did not refuse.

Not only did they never sit at the same desk, but for over a decade, they also never wore the same headphones or listened to the same songs.

Furthermore, no one heard Shen Zhu singing at the same time.

Today is the first time, and it was also an unexpected one.

Shen Zhu leaned back in his seat, looking completely at ease, and said, "This song was released quite a while ago. I didn't expect you to discover it by chance."

Wen Ying said, "Really? It must be because you sing very well and it suits my taste, so it was accurately recommended to me by big data."

"It's just average," Shen Zhu said modestly. "After all, it was written when I was eighteen, so it's not as mature as it is now."

Wen Ying smiled and said, "But I think being a little naive is good too."

Shen Zhu stopped talking and started rubbing his ears again, accidentally touching the small earphone, which stopped the music.

Wen Ying glanced at him and said, "Don't move."

Shen Zhu then said "Oh," and like a well-behaved elementary school student, he put his hands back on his knees, focusing intently on his youthful immaturity.

The second song was also sung by the young singer Shen Zhu. Shen Zhu's fingers, which were resting on his knees, curled slightly, and his lips moved as if he had something to say.

Wen Ying spoke up before he could: "This one is indeed very mature."

She looked down at the lyrics Shen Zhu wrote when he was nineteen, such as "unbearable, deeply trapped here," and "exiled me, but also controlled me." The whole song was also very different from his previous style.

"Your fans are all surprised that you have such an unknown side."

“…” Shen Zhu coughed lightly, “How much progress can there be in a year? It’s better not to listen.”

Wen Ying looked up at him and found that Shen Zhu's gaze actually carried a hint of pleading, so she had no choice but to let him go and switch to the next song.

Half an hour later, three pop songs and two R&B songs were playing in the headphones, and they also listened to the debut song of the boy band WI.

However, Wen Ying's playlist contains more instrumental music, with soothing piano pieces that lull people into a drowsy state in the overly quiet environment.

Throughout the entire process, Shen Zhu maintained a somewhat unsteady sitting posture, which somewhat diminished the gap between the two of them.

Gradually, Wen Ying felt her eyelids getting heavy and she started to feel sleepy. She beckoned Shen Zhu to come closer and typed her lock screen password into the chat box to show him.

"I'm going to sleep now. When you're not listening, please clear the background apps for me. I didn't have time to charge them last night."

After Wen Ying finished speaking, she didn't look closely to see if Shen Zhu nodded in agreement before leaning back in the soft pillows and closing her eyes.

Wen Ying didn't know how much time had passed when she woke up from a hurried and bizarre dream, feeling a throbbing pain in her temples.

With everything in darkness, everyone instinctively pulled up the partitions and drifted off to sleep during the long journey.

Wen Ying leaned to the left and softly called Shen Zhu's name. When she made the sound, her throat felt as if it were being torn apart.

Wen Ying wasn't sure if she had made a sound. After waiting a few seconds in the dim light, Shen Zhu leaned closer and placed the back of his hand on her forehead.

"You have a fever." Shen Zhu said softly, brushing back the strands of hair that were covering Wen Ying's face, and stroking her hair like he was comforting a small animal. He said, "Don't worry, I'll go call the staff to see if they have any fever reducers."

As he left, he said something that sounded like "I'll find someone to take care of you," but Wen Ying's mind was still foggy, and she confused the sentence with "I will take care of you."

Before leaving, Shen Zhu took off his coat and gave it to her. Wen Ying quietly curled up inside, imitating Shen Zhu's previous actions, pulling up the collar and burying her head deep inside.

Shen Bubu returned quickly, followed by several staff members.

Through her coat, Wen Ying heard a muffled voice. Someone lifted the darkness covering her head, and a soft, warm light shone down directly on her.

Shen Zhu held his hand above Wen Ying's eyelids to take her temperature. Fortunately, it wasn't very high, and the doctor provided by the program crew prescribed some medicine for Wen Ying.

The doctor was explaining the precautions, and Shen Zhu responded in a low voice. The light source disappeared again, and Shen Zhu reached his hand under his coat and grabbed Wen Ying's other hand, which was about to reach out to him.

Wen Ying's fingers twitched, rubbing against the protruding knuckles. Shen Zhu's palms were dry and warm. Wen Ying closed her eyes to measure them and found that his palms were much larger than before.

"Open your mouth." Shen Zhu's voice seemed to be right beside him, making it impossible to tell whether he was standing or slightly bent over.

Wen Ying tilted her head back, but Shen Zhu pressed her back down against the back of her neck and placed a pill on her lips.

"I told you I would take care of you." Shen Zhu handed her warm water and gently wiped the water from the corner of her lips with his fingertips. He was very focused on his actions and ignored Wen Ying's barely audible words, "There are tissues in my bag."

"Sleep a little longer." Shen Zhu put the cup aside and gently touched the corner of Wen Ying's eye with his finger.

"When I heard you speak this morning, I thought you weren't feeling well." Wen Ying sighed slightly, pausing as she recalled the cause of her fever. "I never expected that I would be the one who got sick."

Shen Zhu chuckled and said, "I didn't sleep well. I had a lot on my mind, and I couldn't help but think about it all night."

He then used the back of his hand to check the temperature of her forehead and pulled the blanket up a bit. His caregiving skills were adept, and he was also very attentive to the vulnerable emotions of someone who was sick.

"Don't feel embarrassed about being sick, I will..."

What would happen? With a hazy and uneasy thought, Wen Ying wondered, "Will I stay here to take care of you until you get better?" or "Will I stay by your side and not go anywhere?"

Shen Zhu didn't continue speaking, nor did he take away Wen Ying's windbreaker, even though Wen Ying already had a thick blanket.

Wen Ying also gave up thinking and closed her eyes as he gently touched her again and again.